Falling

• Tayte Bosen, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2014

As the powder left tracks behind me
And the wind tried to whip me down,
The top of the mountain was nearing
Suddenly there was no-one around.

Hang on, am I supposed to be here?
I wonder what's over the edge,
So I slowly creep up, wondering
What image lies up ahead?

Then all of sudden it pushed me -
The force of the wind from behind,
No longer able to hold myself up
The control is no longer mine.

My head hits the ground with an awful sound
As the pain rips through my body,
Fear has me asking, "Why did I do this?"
As a mistake becomes my reality.